#p.r.o.m.

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Tonic's primary programming has been to mix drinks specifically; the boost to full fledged bartending had been developed afterwards, when her original owners thought it'd be easier to get the box to do it than hire another bum. As such, even more than the social interactions it afforded her, she loved the making of the drinks.

So when she finally learned about flair bartending, she had thrown herself into the practice like a hunting dog on prey. Her hands were incredibly sensitive to weight and balance, so the tosses and flips weren't so hard to get the hang of; it was the showmanship, the use of colors and shapes and movement to entertain that was foreign to her. But she'd had decades to learn, and nowadays she felt fairly confident in her application of working flair.

And wouldn't you know it, she never got a chance to show it off.

"But the cart-" "Can last one night without you, young man!" Fang was speaking in his full chinese accent.  A way to show he was getting frustrated with his workaholic son-of-a-bot Nero. "Ya fadda's right, Nero.  Ya work too hard!  Go to dat dance!" Demont smirked, leaning on the door frame.

"But it's not l have a t-" "Sweetie..." Fang began, patting Nero's back. "...You've got two fathers.  Did you think we wouldn't have something fabulous lined up for you?"

Nero adjusted the collar of the black shirt.  Smiling his missing tooth grin that made him look like the kid who accidentally broke your garage and didn't care.  He had a red silk wrap around his waist and a shark tooth and shell surfer necklace under the shirt.  Checking himself out. "...Okay...I admit... I look good."

She had pull out all the stops this time. Dapper couldn't remember going to an event like this herself, but trusted what little her instincts and older processors were telling her this time. Renting an actual hotel room was a start. She needed a place to keep her regular clothes, and it probably would've looked strange if she was dolling up somewhere else. At least here, she had a bit of privacy and her dress couldn't get ruined. And it was rather close to the Oil Joint as an added bonus.

Taking one more look at herself in the mirror for good luck, Dapper spun around once to watch her skirt flare out beneathe her. Finding this at the back of the dress store had been a blessing, even if it needed some severe tailoring because of her boiler. Her hand came up and patted her keyswitch, adjusting it in the process so it looked perfect. Chances were she'd be using it a lot tonight.

Practically bouncing down the stairs, a giddy Dapper was already imagining what the night would bring. Dancing, fun, a great time with Fawkes... Anything could really happen. And with any luck, she could remember the entire thing. Maybe meet a few more bots herself.

Finally outside, she paused to smooth out the front of her skirt. Taking a look up at the clock above, she sighed at the time. A few minutes earlier then Fawkes said he'd come.

((Open for both bots, whether you know them or not.))

Jack had been planning to come to the event anyway, but after his recent...self-discovery of sorts, there was no way in hell he'd miss it. Polished up and dressed in a dark gray suit, black shirt, and green tie and vest, he made his way to the doors. It really was a shame that he hadn't realized himself sooner, he didn't even have a date for the P.R.O.M. 

Still, it wasn't like he couldn't find one. It became his top priority upon entering and seeing all of the dancing bots. He certainly couldn't dance by himself very well, could he? And despite how painfully adorable Jolt seemed to be now, the attraction was platonic. That was a very strong platonic at the moment, but still platonic. ...And then there's the part where the kid is still blind. That could hinder dancing. And everything else, really.

Still, his brother was here, insisting he come along despite his newly formed disability. According to him, he'd still be just as blind sitting here with music and conversation than if he was sitting at home in the quiet. At least here he could try to enjoy himself. As much as Jack cared about him, tonight he couldn't be bothered to try and argue so he led him over to a table in the joint without complaint.  "Thanks. I'll be fine here, go party! And, er, if you see anyone I know, send them my way, would you? I can't really wave them over myself." He stared unseeingly ahead, but smiled all the same. Jolt had figured out early on that something had happened to Jack after his return that morning to make him strangely dismissive and yet more talkative and open. For once, he didn't care for the larger bot's company.